Chapter 1175: Court Wizard
Controlled nuclear fusion symbolizes a new round of energy revolution. Its birth means the elimination of all existing types of energy. Some countries that rely on traditional energy to maintain their world hegemony will face huge challenges.
The Queen didn't expect that the important thing Vincent mentioned would be so important, so important that it transcends the boundaries of countries and is a dream of all mankind.
After a brief moment of astonishment, she saw confidence and sincerity in Vincent's eyes.
With existing technology, true controlled nuclear fusion cannot be achieved within decades.
But Vincent was a wizard, a Muggle-born wizard.
The queen couldn't suppress her rapid breathing, and her hand holding the exquisite teacup was trembling slightly, revealing her extreme inner restlessness.
"Sir Wayne, you are seriously violating the Statute of Secrecy in the wizarding world."
"I know." Vincent smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, do you know why I am wanted by the British Ministry of Magic?"
The Queen shook her head slightly.
"Because Voldemort has returned."
Her frown began to slowly relax.
She has experienced countless important historical events in her life and knows very well that the truth of some things should be completely buried.
The truth about Voldemort's return, which could cause turmoil in the wizarding world, was buried, but there was no need to make others the scapegoat for everything, especially since Vincent was still so young.
He should have had a bright future and become a great wizard like Dumbledore.
It's a pity that due to the Ministry's misjudgment, he became the third Dark Lord of this century.
The Queen sighed for a moment, but she did not feel any sadness in Vincent's eyes, which made her respect him.
"Sir Wayne, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Your Majesty."
"Wizards and us, which side do you prefer?"
Vincent was silent for a moment and then shook his head. "I believe that wizards and Muggles should coexist peacefully with humanity as a whole. That's why I'm trying to prove the necessity of magic by achieving controlled nuclear fusion."
The Queen probably understood what he was going to do.
Since ancient times, there has been serious prejudice between Muggles and wizards, and magic, as the most obvious difference between the two sides, has proven to be necessary and will indeed unilaterally reduce Muggles' prejudice against wizards.
On the other hand, the realization of controlled nuclear fusion can also make wizards deeply realize that technology is not useless, and Muggle technology and magic are equally great.
The Queen looked at Vincent with an especially kind look in her eyes. "Sir Wayne, since this is for the benefit of all mankind, I have no reason to refuse to help."
Vincent's face showed genuine gratitude, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The Queen's smile was particularly warm. "Sir Wayne, I suddenly had an idea. Although we don't have a formal full-time court wizard, I hope you can take on this special position."
There has only been one official court wizard in the history of the British royal family, and he is Merlin Ambrosius, who is said to have assisted King Arthur in ascending the throne.
There were once quite a few court sorcerers, but they had no formal organization and were not involved in political or ceremonial functions.
The court wizards that the Queen mentioned obviously have core duties such as assisting Mr. Merlin politically, predicting major events, providing medical assistance, and practicing magic.
Vincent shook his head and refused the olive branch extended by the royal family without hesitation.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
The Queen raised her hand to indicate that it was all right. "Mr. Dumbledore once rejected this proposal. It seems to me that Mr. Wayne is of the same kind as him."
The corner of Vincent's eye twitched slightly.
Deng refused simply because he was afraid of getting lost in the vortex of power, and Vincent's reason for refusing was also very simple, simply because he hated politics.
The official court wizard of the British royal family can be said to be the top status in the Muggle world. Even the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards would be cautious because of the political influence brought by this status.
But once you accept this identity, it means putting yourself in shackles, which goes against the original intention of establishing the Daixu Society.
The Queen was keenly aware of his displeasure. "Sir Wayne, is there any conflict between you and Sir Dumbledore?"
Vincent laughed dryly. "Your Majesty, we don't have any conflicts at all. Without Professor Dumbledore's teachings, I wouldn't be where I am today."
He said the word "achievement" with a certain gritted teeth, which made the Queen curious.
At this moment, Vincent's expression suddenly changed.
It was the breath of a wizard, and there was more than one.
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Your Majesty, another wizard has arrived. I must leave."
The Queen expressed her understanding and said, "Sir Wayne, I will inform the Prime Minister of your situation. As for the specific arrangements, I will leave it to you to decide."
Vincent expressed his gratitude again, then put on the disguise mask and disappeared in the black and white vortex.
He appeared outside the castle, and Kingsley, who was on high alert, immediately drew his wand.
Judging from Kingsley's reaction, it seems that the wizard who came was not from the Ministry of Magic.
"Mr. Shacklebolt, do you have any idea?"
"You have so many enemies in England, how would I know who is coming?"
It’s not the Ministry of Magic, it can only be those pure-blood gentlemen.
But why would they target Vincent if there is no profit?
Wayne Enterprises has withdrawn from the UK market, they should be celebrating with champagne.
Vincent took out his staff and said, "Mr. Shacklebolt, they are coming for me. Go protect the Queen."
Kingsley had planned to do the same without him having to remind him.
In the blink of an eye, Vincent's figure disappeared into the air.
On a hill one kilometer away, more than a dozen wizards in black robes appeared one after another.
They all exuded a faint aura of dark magic, and were obviously dark wizards who specialized in doing dirty work.
"The target has left the castle. We can act now."
"Where is he?"
"Outside the castle—no, he's disappeared!"
An old wizard looked around in horror.
The detection magic that he was so proud of had no reaction at all. Obviously, they underestimated the target's magic level.
One of the witches urgently sent a message through the magic communicator, and the remaining wizards cast magic barriers.
You could hear a pin drop in the silent hills. The old wizard had spread his magical powers over a 100-meter radius, and any unusual movement would be discovered by him immediately.
Although it was slightly different from the original plan, they had already lured the target over and only needed to wait patiently for the other party to show up.
However, they were patient, and Vincent, who was a hundred meters away, was even more patient.
He had already set up the anti-material sniper rifle that Pandora had transformed into, and was watching their every move through the alchemically modified scope.
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